What? [ ugh, what is she going to try and get him to do? there's a moment where he looks around, trying to work out just where that's leading and if he wants to be involved. at home, as soon as it approached the 'clean up' side of things, he'd duck out, suddenly needed elsewhere and—

well, if this leads to anything he doesn't want to be involved in, he can always do the same here. ] One-hundred sixty-seven pounds, proportionate strength of a spider, so say we're talking the grip of a jumping spider, we're talking one-hundred seventy times that. You do the math, Do— Madam Lutece. You're the scientist.

[ grumble grumble. ]

There are others. Good guys, bad guys, a few guys in between. Why?